MizzyJulie

This is an awsome idea! I'm often holding when i'm playing Fortnite. Typically i just wont let myself pee until i win a match which can make for some frantic desperation but this is a fun way to tie in what's happening in the game with omo. It might also make someone risk not healing when they're really desperate 😜

1. Squirming does make it a little easier. What i find makes it a lot easier is rubbing myself. Really any kind of masturbation distracts me a lot and makes it a lot easier. So squirming i tend to try and get some kinda stimulation like that to distract myself. 2. I can. From many years of practice because i never admit irl when i need to pee. 3. Yes but it doing it like that means i can't hold as long when i'm super desperate. 4. yes again unless i'm super desperate. If i take it slow then there is bound to be some leaking.

is it ok? I highly recommend it! It's my fav way to masturbate.

i do too! it was great. And i met some really cool people there. There were great stories, great sharing. Don't get me wrong there was some issues but overall i reeeeally miss it.

I'm really pee shy, in that I hate to ever admit I have to pee in public. Because of this I'll usually avoid any bathroom with a line, even if its a small one because then people would see me waiting and realize I had to pee. I usually only go in if there is no line and I can try to sneak in and out as fast as I can. This is why back in school and also at work I almost never pee there.

totally done this before, normally when i'm outside doing yard work or cooking. I'll need to pee and just decide to wet myself just because it's fun and i'm not supposed to.

Let’s see where were we? Katia and I had just soaked ourselves outside and had gotten back on the trolley. We had peed so much our sneakers were starting to squish from the pee dripping off of our jeans down into them. This was the dead of winter remember so there was no way we were getting dry, and the warmth of our pee was fading fast. “We’re gonna be freezing in no time,” I said quietly to Katia. “We could just keep peeing to keep warm,” she said jokingly. Then almost at the same time we realized that it might not be such a crazy idea. There was no heater on the tram and people were starting to open windows and yell out them so there we were going to be freezing in no time just like Andrea. She had huddled in one of the front seats and wasn’t having a very good time anymore. “Maybe we should,” I suggested seriously. She said she was only kidding before but I told her, “We’re either gonna be cold and damp or warm and wet…not really much of a choice.” She agreed, but like me she was going to enjoy this far beyond just keeping warm. Like most of my ideas they seem brilliant at the time I think of them but then when I follow it, things don’t quite pan out. Only a few minutes into the ride we were cooling off quickly and even though we were hammering beers we didn’t have to pee again so soon. I looked at Katia who was clearly thinking the same thing, which was that this wasn’t going to work. We decided to get off the next time the trolley had to stop for a traffic light and take a cab back to the dorms. When the trolley stopped and we hopped off I remember (besides almost falling on my face from being so drunk) feeling a twinge in my bladder. I was filling up fast. The city never seemed that big until that night. But being soaked to the bone in sub–zero weather and quickly getting desperate to pee again made just walking a few feet take an eternity. We both snuck behind some construction barriers and just huddled together, letting the pee rush into our already soaked jeans. The warmth was heaven, even more than the relief of an empty bladder. But only a block later we were cold again. At one point I even thought of going into a club and pulling an Austin Powers and take someone else’s jeans to wear back to the dorm (really stupid I know but it did cross my mind). Thankfully before too long we caught a cab to get home. Good thing it was night or I don’t think he’d have let us in his car drenched as we were. Only about half way home I noticed Katia had her hand buried between her clenched legs. “You ok?” I asked. “I’m gonna pee myself again if we don’t get back soon,” she whispered between gritted teeth. “All the beer’s hitting me at once,” she said with a very worried look on her face. “Me too…” I responded, “we gotta hold it, the driver will kill us if we pee in here.” Now this isn’t Hostel…he wouldn’t have actually killed us, but I didn’t want to find out. When we got to our dorms my stomach sank. I had no money, because there wasn’t any need for it on the tram. I asked Katia if she had any, she just gave me a stare of dread and said she did but it was in her pocket. She reached in but the money pulled apart as soon as she did. Let this be a note to everyone…if you are going to carry your money in your pocket put it in a sealed bag, you never know when you might wet your pants, lol. So when we got out of the cab we just took off running. I felt bad not paying the guy but we just panicked. After peeling off our jeans we jumped into the shower, cleaned up…had some fun 😉 and got ready to meet up with everyone to go clubbing the rest of the night. The stories of who wet themselves on the tram party were told over and over the rest of the night to much hilarity. All it did for me is get me really worked up, but Katia helped with that when we got back to the dorms.

this was in Prague, Czech Republic

omg PeterP and Experience project! wow that is such a throwback. That is really cool that you're here!

I thought I’d liven up the morning by telling you all about something that happened to me last year in Europe. They have these parties that take place on trolley cars. They call them tram parties. It was a lot of fun, not much in the way of entertainment on the trolley but we made our own so it was all good. There was one thing that was not on the trolley that really should have been, a bathroom. There was plenty of beer, more than anyone could drink, but nowhere to pee. Of course no one even noticed this until we were on it and had been drinking for a little while. After about a half an hour in my friend Casey asked the conductor if there was going to be a bathroom stop. He told us we’d be making one soon, then there would be scheduled stops through the rest of the night. Everyone figured we’d be stopping soon so we all just went back to drinking and enjoying ourselves. Now just a friendly suggestion, if you ever find yourself in a similar situation where someone says you’ll be stopping soon for a bathroom break, don’t believe them, we shouldn’t have. I’m sitting talking with my friend Tony, my legs crossed tightly as I had to pee rather badly, when Casey came over. Her hands were in fists, one at her crotch. She had this look of desperation and fear on her face. “When are we gonna stop?” she asked, almost sounding like she was going to cry. We both said soon. Tony started laughing, “What’s the matter, you have to pee?” “Yea,” she said through clenched teeth, “I’m about to piss my pants.” At this point he pulled her onto his lap and started to tickle her. I was sure she was going to lose it right there. Something he probably expected too, that’s something I wondered about after. But (sorry guys) she didn’t. I guess she didn’t really have to pee as badly as she let on– a lot of people exaggerate. But with how she was acting I was sure she really had to go bad, she just had managed to hold on somehow. Anyway she quickly darted out of his lap, saying, “STOP or I’ll pee all over,” to which Tony just laughed. At this point I got up too, to mingle mostly. Casey and I went over to Andrea, Kristen and Katia, who were all uncharacteristically quiet. We soon found out why. Andrea was cursing the driver for not stopping yet, and Kristen was complaining about how stupid it was to have all this beer and no bathroom. It turned out the reason that this corner of the trolley was so quiet is because it was the ‘desperation corner.’ Casey was bouncing from leg to leg, biting her lip. Andrea was a little more aggressive, she’d be bouncing, then freeze bending over with a grimace on her face, no doubt fighting back a major urge, then she stand back up stamping her feet and would start cursing the driver again. She did this quite a few times. Kristen was just as bad off but she was a little more subdued in her efforts, just having her hand jammed between her legs. Also she had already let some go as evidenced by the dark patch on her crotch that spread to her butt and a little down her leg. Katia on the other hand was in the same boat as me. We both had to pee bad, actually quite bad but we were just taking it in stride because it was nothing new, and we knew we could last a lot longer if we had to. Oh in case you were wondering, this happened in the dead of winter, so no one was wearing a skirt or dress. Everyone was wearing jeans, so there would be no concealing an accident. Just when it seemed like half the trolley was going to start peeing all over (guys were desperate too but this isn’t a site for that) we finally stopped. I started to laugh a little out of sheer disbelief; the “bathroom” stop was actually just a stop near an open field with some trees and a fence. “You’re fucking kidding,” said Andrea. “No fucking way am I going here,” said Casey, but not really meaning it. Kristen just walked right past them saying, “hey you gotta go– you gotta go.” We all followed quickly behind her. Casey shuffled with tiny steps to the hedge we were all eyeing. It was in front of the fence so it offered us the most privacy. Kristen was the first there, running. And at the speed of light had her jeans and panties around her ankles peeing. Casey was next, barely getting her jeans down when she lost control, getting some on the butt of her jeans. Andrea had fallen behind because of another strong urge. Suddenly behind me I heard “fuck, fuck, fuck!” It was Andrea– still trying to hobble to the bushes, her hands buried in her crotch, and she had lost the battle. Pee was soaking her jeans, shoes, and coming out with so much pressure her hands were getting drenched too. She managed to stop it miraculously after peeing for at least 30 seconds, and finished peeing behind the hedges. I then noticed that Katia wasn’t going to pee. “Com on you cant be shy,” I asked. “No, I just wanted to let them go first, I can wait, we’re used to not going all the time here,” she responded. (Katia was from Bulgaria; this wasn’t her real name so I just picked something close.) Now, this is where my brain took a vacation. Being drunk, I’d do just about anything, and when it comes to holding it I tend to get very competitive. Which is strange because I’m not a competitive person, I actually hate people like that. However when it comes to pee, I’m T.O. “Think you can wait till the next stop?” I was already getting excited, hoping she’d say yes, and sure enough she did. “Ya, your gonna wait till then?” she asked me. “I will if you will,” I said as we both smiled at each other. Kristen, Casey, and Andrea emerged from the bushes much relieved. Well Andrea was quite upset, she didn’t want to have everyone making fun of her so we just told everyone that a guy spilled beer on her. Not really too believable, but no one questioned it, mostly because no one wanted to embarrass her. Now a little back–story on Katia and I so you don’t think this was some out of nowhere thing. We had been having sex for a while at that point and we knew just what the other liked. She had a bf but enjoyed women too (lucky for me). Now this next part has nothing to do with the story and if you want to get back to that just jump to the next paragraph. This is a question for the guys mostly. When her bf came to visit her she said that I couldn’t say anything about us being together or he’d get mad. We also had to tell everyone else that knew about us not to say anything. I always thought a guy would kill to have the shot at a threesome and wouldn’t mind if his girlfriend was bi, but this guy didn’t want her with women at all. How weird is that? Or am I wrong about the whole thing, are guys more threatened by that than I think? Anyways back to the story. When we got on the trolley we just play along like we had gone because if we said we hadn’t we would have been hit with a dozen questions as to why not. As soon as I got back on I knew I might have bitten off more than I could chew. My bladder was throbbing terribly, and my sides were just starting to tingle like they did before they started to hurt. Not to mention that there was a constant battle between wanting to sit and stand. If I sat the downward pressure on my bladder wasn’t as bad but when I sat my belt squeezed in on my bladder, making things much worse then they really were. So it was a constant up and down every few minutes. Katia, on the other hand was taking it all in stride, not even looking like she had to pee and still drinking. We made sure we both drank the same amount to keep things fair. Not too long before our second stop I was bouncing in the corner, legs crossed, hands jammed into my pussy as hard as I could. Now I knew how Andrea felt. The constant bumping of the trolley wasn’t helping anything either. Nothing like a sudden bump to make it feel like someone was using your bladder for a trampoline. Even Katia was showing her dire need to go. She wasn’t quite as obvious as me, but I could tell from her increasingly frantic pee dance she had strained herself badly trying not to make her need apparent earlier. Now she was paying the price. You might think that two girls in the corner of a trolley desperate to pee would garner some attention, but not on this trolley. Everyone else was in pretty much the same state since they had already “broken the seal.” Luckily for everyone the second stop was much sooner than the first one had been. Once the trolley doors opened it was like someone opened the doors to the crazy house. Everyone went running for the trees and bushes (trees were the men’s room, bushes were the ladies’ room, I know it sounds weird but that’s just how it worked out). And in case your wondering about the girls from before, Andrea didn’t drink much the rest of the night, being cold and wet kinda puts a damper on the night. I didn’t see much of the others during the night because Katia and I were focused on each other. Anyways, we made a dash (more of a bent over shuffle) to the dark corner by a big brick building. There wasn’t much cover here but we didn’t care. Just before we were about to rip down our jeans I asked, “wanna wait till the next stop?” Katia gave me this “are you nuts” look. “Just kidding I’m like 2 seconds from soaking myself,” I reassured her. “I already did a little,” Katia said as she showed me the noticeable wet spot on her crotch. “HaHa I win,” I gloated. Katia responded by tickling me. I swear I lost control on the first laugh, and I had no hope of stopping the tidal force of pee that was gushing through my jeans because Katia kept it up. Even when I fell on my side she fell on top of me, continuing her tickling. I responded as best I could trying to tickle her as well, but I didn’t need to. She had already started wetting herself from the effort of tickling me. So there we were– two laughing, drunken, sopping wet idiots rolling around on the ground. The only thing that snapped us out of it was when we heard people yelling to us that the trolley was leaving. So we dashed onto it, dripping and squishing all the way. When asked what happened we just responded that someone spilled beer on us, which drew quite a bit of laughter. But we didn’t care that people saw, it’s amazing what you can do around people that you are never going to see again. Our biggest problem now was that we were going to get cold quickly. Hope you all enjoyed this. Sorry if it seemed a little disjointed. I had started this almost a month ago but with the holidays there were big gaps of time between being able to add to it. One other thing, I really appreciate all the “fan mail” I’ve gotten. If I haven’t responded to you I’m sorry, a good portion of my real mail gets lost in all the junk mail I get. I’m going to set up a new email after the holidays. P.S. Keep an eye out for Part 2– How We Kept Warm

yes i have seen this before at a concert and actually did it once myself while on a party trolly (yes it was as random as it sounds) that had no bathroom. My gf at the time wet herself so i did the same so she wouldnt be the only one. Before the night was done there were 3 or 4 others that did the same.

Hi all! I'm Julie, I've been into omorashi since before I knew there was a name for it. Before I was even in school I can remember having "hold it" contests with friends and just for fun by myself. As I got older it became my #1 kink and still is today. I just adore holding and would do it all the time if I could. Aside from omo I'm a 34yo married mom who usually has very little free time for holding fun but I try to when ever i have a chance.

OMG thanks so much for posting these! they are great! I'm super desperate right now and I'm trying the "choose your bladder torture". I cant wait to try all of these when I have the chance.